I could smell the sunlight
Fragrantly falling
Like a morning perfume
Over winter’s skin
Sinking into the pores of the earth
As it sped along its way
I watched as the trees
Lifted their noses into the air
And waved their arms about
Endlessly trying to reach the sky
As if to say
Good morning
The worst of snow has disappeared
We had a lot of it this year.
But now that it has gone from sight
Our winter blues have taken flight.
The smell of spring is in the air
A robin sings its morning prayer
As morning sun climbs upward high
To brighten up the morning sky.
Among this picturesque display
I stand here on Saint Patrick’s Day
So proud to live in this country
An Irishman of ancestry;
"Erin go bragh" is what I say
But home is here and here I stay.
The clouds are turning blue;
the grass awaken to the first heat.
flowers smile at each other:
daffodils, sunflowers and the like.
Morning glories awake, stretch their petals lazily
swaying to the morning breeze playfully.
The cocks are already crowing accolades
to the ONE who made all things.
The mooing of cows, among the cattle
clashing their horns, sounding like spears in battle.
The chatter of sparrows, the cawing of crows;
the crowing of cockerels, the twittering of swallows
all cry for the heavens to awaken.
Then the sky becomes tingly bright red,
orange; and the sun bursts out in dazzling yellow,
spraying the world with rays of hope, joy and laughter.
The birds burst forth, and then,
it sounds like morning in the Garden of Eden.
Dew sparkles like diamonds on the blades of grass
all creation rings with songs round about
to the God of all flesh, Creator of all things;
without whom nothing would have been possible.
And then, just as the morning deepens,
Moving caps are seen above the tall grass, going towards the fields.
Morning arose as any other
Speech of the cardinal and his significant other
Wet dew on the grass
Shimmering mirrors of glass
From his perch he sang as though he knew my name
Crimson and bold
And I am so old, as I am lame
Though I walked this path for so many years
This morning was different I bid him cheers
I could feel the change
The sun and how it was rearranged
Yes summer has gone and moved away
Retired to bring fall our way
I gathered my basket and tucked in to stay
I picked ripe red tomatoes and zucchini and herbs
A little dried sunflower for the birds
Those lovely green peppers and eggplant to
Harvesting the goods of my labor
The fresh tastes of summer, I savored their flavor
A pluck of a pesky weed or two
Before you knew it the morning flew
In for lunch and a sit on my rock chair
I drew the blinds
And closed my mind
And let life end in the breeze
The next morning came ,she ceased